#jamie bower x y/n

[maladaptive-jcb]

Mine

NSFW! Under 18 DNI !!

Author's note: His sultry voice had me going especially with the snippets of his Quinn audio I went through so have this short little smut that I was inspired to do. It's my first ever smut but I hope you like it <3

The cold press of his silver necklace sent shivers on your back. A contrast to the heat that both your bodies were sharing. His hands teased tantalizingly on your naked body as he grinded on your rear, his own desire hard and evident for you.

"You feel that, love? Feel what you're doing to me?" His low sultry voice shuddered through his words. Delicious moans escaped from your lips, making him react with a low deep groan in your ear. You begged him not to tease anymore, to give you what you wanted the most.

"A little more, love. Hang in there for me," he said. His wet hot lips started kissing on the back of your ear, right on that sweet spot, then grazing his teeth on your neck. Sucking the skin, marking you. His hands then rove over your chest and found their ways to your supple breasts. Kneading and squeezing. His hips rolled onto you from the back, his pace steady but deliberate. Each movement made you squirm and moan even harder.

"Mmm... That's right. I want to hear how good I make you feel. Don't hold back, darling," he encouraged your vocals. His fingers then grazed on your hardened nipples. He smirked knowing how much you wanted this and he teased them with his thumbs, twisting them in circles.

"J-jamie... Please..." You shivered. You couldn't take it anymore.

"I know, I know... It's coming, love," he reassured you that he will give you what you wanted. His fingers then started pinching and twisting your nipples teasingly. Your body squirmed even further and your ass started arching to his hard bulge in desperation. Annoyed and desiring for him at the same time. He almost couldn't take it at the sight of you so desperate and wanting. Without hesitation, he turned your body to face him and pushed your back towards the bed. His full naked frontal body was then pressing onto yours. Your bodies molding perfectly with each other. His eyes raked over your own naked body, shivering and anticipating.

"So beautiful... I want to see you like this forever..." he admired you before pressing his lips on your neck. His fingers traced down a path in between your legs and feel your heat. You felt his touch and the movement of his fingers rubbing your opening, making you moaned for more. His lips came up to your ear and you could feel the smirk as he whispered, "You're so wet... So ready for me. Be a good girl and spread your legs for me. Spread your legs, darling."

You do as you were told, not wasting any second.

"Look at me. Look into my eyes as I take you, as I make you mine, over and over again," he gaze into your eyes and cupped your face with one hand. You nooded, your gaze never faltered.

He finally pushed himself in slowly, a guttural moan escaped deep from his chest but his eyes stayed on you.

"Oh god," his breath caught in his throat. "You feel so good. So wet and warm for me. You're taking me so good, darling." He pushed deeper, his eyes almost rolling back.

You moaned with every slow thrust, your eyes fell shut at the intense friction of his size and thickness in you.

"Don't close your eyes, I want you to look at me. I want you to see who's making you feel this way," he held your chin as he moved in you.

You opened your half lidded eyes and saw his darkening eyes staring right at you. Claiming you like a predator and you were his prey. There was no mercy. He was going to have you completely with his way.

"Jamie... faster," you whimpered out.

He smirked at your pleading and he couldn't deny your request. His hands moved to the back of your knees and lifted them up to wrap around his waist to positioned himself better.

"You asked for it, I'm not gonna hold back now," he said shakily, waiting for your approval. As soon as he saw you nod, he started picking up the pace. His one arm supporting his weight by resting it on the side of your head and the other holding the back of your knee. With the position, every thrust went deeper and deeper in you, hitting your exact spot, over and over again.

"F-fuck... I'm gonna-" his veins started showing on his neck. His body taut trying to hold it.

You could feel the heat in his gut and his cock aching for a release. Your cunt tightening around him with every thrust, pushing you to the edge.

"Almost... Almost, Jamie," you moaned shakily.

He wanted to push you to the edge. To bring both of you to the high together. You started yelling out his name over and over, the sound of it like music to his ears.

"That's it, love. Let go. I want to see you fall apart in my arms... Just let go," he pushed you further with his thrust.

With his command, your legs tightened around him and shook with your orgasm. Releasing all the built up heat from your gut.

"F-fuck... Oh god," he shook against you as he started coming undone at the sight of your release. "Holy-" his words cut off as his head fell beside you. Both of you tried to regain your breath as you slowly came down from the high.

He fluttered his eyes open, admiring your state under his arms. Your body glistened from the afterglow, face flushed and hair sticking to your forehead.

"You're so beautiful, my love. I'm so grateful you're mine," he said softly and pressed his lips on your forehead.

[jennay]

Bad Day

Jamie Bower x reader

Request: I’m not sure if you’re still going to write about Jamie, but I’d like to see how the reader helps Jamie through a bad day. Or vice versa.

An: I hope this is what you were looking for 💜

Words: 1500ish

Warnings: None

Master List

You could always tell when Jamie had a bad day. His usual smile faded into a grimace, his familiar loud laughter was silenced, and he withdrew into himself.

You found him on the deck, sitting on a chair with his feet kicked up on the short table. His sunglasses hid his eyes.

You noticed his long-sleeved button-up shirt hanging off his chair, leaving him in his white undershirt. He must have been sweating in the summer heat but didn't seem to care.

"You ok?" You ask as you plop down on the chair beside him. You rest your hand on his back to comfort him.

He shook his head slightly, barely acknowledging your presence. He seemed lost in his own world.

"Hey, talk to me." You say softly, reaching out to touch his arm.

Jamie flinches and pulls away, biting his bottom lip nervously. "I've just had a bad day, darling." He mumbles, avoiding your eyes.

You sigh, moving closer to him, trying to bridge the gap. You tilt your head and look at him with concern. "Wanna talk about it?" You ask gently.

He hesitates, slowly removing his sunglasses and clips them to his shirt. His eyes aren't shining like they usually do.

Instead, you can see a tint of red shading the whites of his eyes. You'd seen Jamie cry before, but it was a rare occasion. He always found some optimism to keep his mind cluttered with happy thoughts.

He closes his eyes and leans back, letting out a long breath. "I'm just feeling a bit overwhelmed. It's nothing to worry about." You can hear the ting of pain in his voice.

You don't push him to talk; you know it's not the best way to help him. You wait patiently, trusting that he will open up when ready. "I have an idea." You say, breaking the silence. "Let's go take the pups for a walk." You suggest, hoping to cheer him up.

Jamie smiles faintly, appreciating your gesture. He opens his eyes and nods, getting up from his seat. "Good idea." He agrees, reaching for your hand.

You follow him back into your house, grabbing the leashes from the hook by the door. "Should we drive somewhere, or should we take them around the block?" You ask, looking at him expectantly.

Jamie clips the leash on the black lab, who is wagging his tail excitedly. You're thankful he took hold of Ash. You loved the dog, but he was a little wilder than your white and brown Frenchie, whom you named Charlie.

Charlie sits patiently by your feet, waiting for you to attach his leash.

"I think we should go down to the lake. Get these dogs exhausted." He grins widely, his blue eyes shining as he cracks a joke. "You could use some sun. You're getting a bit pale, love." He teases, poking your cheek.

You roll your eyes and smile, feeling a blush creep up. "Not everyone was blessed with perfect skin, Jamie." You retort, clipping Charlie's leash and standing up.

He laughs and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close. "You're perfect to me, darling." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

He kisses your cheek and then lets go, heading for the door. "Come on, let's go have some fun." He says, opening the door and letting the dogs out.

"I love you." You gush as you walk down the driveway and to Jamie's SUV. He opens the trunk, letting the dogs jump in, but bursts into laughter when he sees Charlie's stubby legs struggling to jump.

He bends down and picks up the small dog, "It's ok, buddy, I'll help you." Jamie kisses the top of the dog's head and puts him next to Ash. "Be good." He says, pointing at Ash. "And don't eat Charlie." He adds, making you laugh.

You giggle while getting into the car, and Jamie does the same. He starts the car and pulls out of the driveway. His free hand lands on your thigh, and you don't hesitate to lace your fingers with his.

"You know, I love you too." He says, looking at you with a smile. "But I love Charlie the most." He jokes, making you gasp.

"How dare you!" You exclaim, pretending to be offended. "Charlie is my baby, not yours!" You argue, squeezing his hand.

He chuckles and kisses your hand, then looks at the road. "Fine, fine. You can have Charlie. But I get Ash." He says as if he's making a fair deal.

You shake your head and smile, feeling happy and playful. "Deal."

When you arrive at the lake, you hardly wait for the car to stop before you open the door. You jump out and head to the back of the SUV to get the dogs out. Jamie urges you to wait, worried that Ash will tackle you again. You know he's right, but you're too excited to care. You open the trunk and let the dogs out, who immediately run towards the water. You follow them, laughing as they splash and play.

Jamie joins you, grabbing a frisbee from the car. He throws it into the air, and Ash leaps to catch it. Charlie tries to chase him, but he's too slow and clumsy. He barks and whines, wanting to join the fun.

You pick him up and cuddle him, kissing his nose. "Don't worry, Charlie. You're the goodest boy." You whisper, making him wag his tail.

When your eyes meet Jamie’s gaze, you nearly melt. He looks so happy and relaxed, and you are thankful for the change in his mood. You put Charlie down and run towards Jamie, wrapping your arms around his neck. He hugs you back, lifts you off the ground, and spins you around, making you giggle. He peppers kisses all over your face, and you melt in his arms.

“That was adorable.”

You gently grab his hand, lacing his fingers with yours and guiding him to sit with you on a bench while the dogs chase each other around. "Thank you for this." He quietly says. "I feel better." He admits, leaning back and putting his arm around your shoulders. "You always know what to do."

You lean your head on his chest, admiring the view of the lake. The water is calm and clear, reflecting the blue sky and the white clouds. The sun shines brightly, warming your skin and making the lake sparkle. You see some ducks and geese swimming in the distance, creating ripples on the surface. The shore is lined with green grass and colorful flowers, adding a touch of nature to the scene. You hear barking and splashing from the dogs, who are blasting in the water.

Jamie breaks the silence, speaking softly. "I was feeling stuck." He admits. "I was feeling like it didn't matter how hard I tried. I like staying busy, and lately, everything's at a standstill. I got trapped in my mind." He says, looking away. "And then I started wondering why you stay with me. I'm a chaotic mess, and I'm gone all the time. I feel that I don't give you the attention you deserve."

You lightly sigh, placing your hand on his chest next to your face. "You've done so much in these last two years. You should be proud of yourself." You say softly, tilting your head up and kissing his jaw lightly. "You pay enough attention to me, and when you have to go, it makes it much more special when you come back."

He turns and meets your eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or resentment. He sees none, only care and sincerity. He feels grateful for you, the one who always supports and understands him.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, holding your gaze. "Thank you for being with me." He says sincerely, making your heart melt. "And thank you for loving me."

You wrap your arm around his waist, holding him tight. He strokes your hair gently.

“No matter what your brain tells you, I need you to know you're worth the world. You'll always be perfect to me."

You stay cuddled like that for a while, enjoying each other’s presence and warmth. You don’t need many words to express your love because you can feel it in every touch and every breath. He’s your everything, and you’re his. Nothing can or will ever change that.

Tags: @wonnou

[bebx]

When Art the Clown lights Vecna up

I think it’d be an epic battle if they met, actually

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

La Petit Mort

Jamie Campbell Bower x Y/N - Drabble - 1K WC NSFW 18+

Masterlist

Warnings: smut, p in v, romantic af, french, fluffy, sweet

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You woke up to the warm sun rays across your face. You moaned, stretching your arms above your head before letting all your muscles relax. You felt a weight on your hips, you lifted the sheet and smiled as blue eyes found yours. Jamie held your hips with his hands, rubbing soft circles into the bones. His head laid on your lower stomach. His eyes were half lidded, like he had been sleeping on your tummy. 

“Hello darling.” he smiled softly, kissing the skin of your hips and tummy.

You couldn’t help but giggle as his lips tickled your sensitive skin. You gently reached down to hold his face, pulling him up to your face. His hand found your cheek while the other held him up. “You’re the most beautiful creature I ever beheld.” he said so profoundly in love with you. His eyes were so soft, completely enveloped in you. 

“I am an appetite, nothing more.” you said, you always got embarrassed during moments like these but you longed for them at the same time.

Jamie leaned down to kiss your cheeks before you pulled him to your lips. The kiss was tender but your body arched into him, wanting to become one with him. You exchanged breaths when you both finally had to break apart for air.

“Do you know what the French call an orgasm?” he whispered, his body against yours making him feel positively electric. 

“La petite mort (the little death).” you smiled.

“Let's die a little?” he said before devouring your lips once more, leaving urgent hot kisses down your neck. 

You pressed your body into him harder, your back arching against him. You let your hand roam down to feel his hardening length, stroking him over and over again while drinking in his little moans and whimpers. He took his shirt off, pulling down the sheet he saw that you were still naked from last night, he smiled, your body looked so soft in this light. He stood quickly to take his boxers off but as soon as he was free of them and tried to climb back onto the bed you gently pushed him to sit up against the headboard.

You straddled his lap and just as you sat there Jamie's eyes rolled back. You wasted no time running him through your soaked folds, always needy for him. His hips bucked at the contact, pushing his way inside your tight cunt. You both moaned at the contact. You pushed your legs wider before you started to slightly roll your hips. Jamie couldn’t take it, he grasped your hips tightly, moving you back and forth just the way he liked. Your arms wrapped around his neck, wanting him close. You could feel the slight sheen of sweat start to cover you both. How your cheeks were flushed, how your body felt unlike anything you could describe. All you knew or felt in this moment was Jamie. Your body started to shake as Jamie started meeting your hips with thrusts of his own. You came hard, slumping against him. He lifted you by your waist slightly, thrusting a few more times before he let go. You could feel him throbbing inside you as you came down, breathing heavily. 

“Death becomes us.” you mumbled, looking up at him. 

Both of you had dazed looks, recovering from the overwhelming amount of pleasure from just moments ago. Jamie chuckled slightly at your words, “So it would seem,” he said kissing you once more, “I’d have it no other way.” he said, moving to stand you both up. You followed him into the bathroom where he turned the shower on. 

You shut the door, watching as steam filled the room. You leaned against the wall, admiring the man before you. How stupidly in love you were with him. You didn’t even stop when his eyes met yours. You stared on, unashamed of your constant desire for him. 

“Enjoying the view?” he said, stretching his arm out to offer his hand as he started stepping back towards the shower.

“Always.” you smiled and followed him.

Nothing much needed to be said in moments like these, you enjoyed comfortable silence and speaking soft words to each other. This time with each other, it almost felt like a form of worship. Tracing every curve as you washed each other, calming touches that weren’t sexual, purely loving and wanting show gentleness and care. Eventually you just leaned against Jamie, both of you standing under the warm streams, letting the water bead over you both. 

When you could feel your fingers starting to prune you traced over his sharp jaw, “Baby we gotta get out.”

Jamie hid his face in the crook of your neck kissing you a few times, “I disagree.” he said, you could feel him smiling against you.

“Somebody has to get the door.” you said.

“The door?” he asked, he hadn’t heard anyone knock.

“I ordered us food before we got in here.” you said, looking up into his blue eyes.

“Oh just marry me already woman, you’re perfect.” he said kissing your face over and over again.

“I swear you’ve asked me that every day since we’ve been dating.” you giggled, turning the water off and stepping out. You handed Jamie his towel as you dried yourself off. 

“What if I were to ask properly?” he said, half joking half serious.

You looked at him as you slipped on one of his clean shirts, loving how his scent lingered on it no matter how many times you washed it. “As long as I am with you, proper or not, I will follow you anywhere my love.” 

“I’m serious,” he said.

“So am I. I don’t need a ring, or a wedding, or anything. I need you. Forever, preferably.” you smiled as you held his face in your hands.

His arms wrapped around your waist “Forever it is sweetheart.” he whispered against your lips before kissing you with as much fire as he could. Sealing the promise you both just made.

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Naboo's Note:

This man is a problem. And he will continue to be. Saddle up kiddos because this page might turn into a JCB rampage for a hot second lol XOXOXOXOX

[ransprang]

thank you @qlassicc for supporting our kofi <3 here is the last boi!! we hope you liked all the hcs!! we love your taste in men it's so wild, you go girl

if anyone else wants personalised hcs this is our ko-fi

Stranger things - Henry creel - SFW HCs

Whenever you try to be affectionate with Henry or try to spoil him he’d be confused. He’s not used to being attended to. It feels foreign to him, but it will take him some time to get used to.

He hates all of humanity, so you don’t need to worry about him cheating or being disloyal. It’s just you and him in the Upside Down <3

Your emotional side is not a challenge for him at all. With his telepathic powers he reads your mind whenever he wants to and is easily able to tell what is wrong. 

If someone hits on him or checks him out and you tell him, he will instantly use his telekinesis to torture them.

He’s totally ok with you getting heads for him, even if you just do it for fun. If you choose to be a serial killer with him you guys would be such a power couple :3

To mess with Mike and the gang you would use your cosplay skills to make yourself and Henry look like Vecna and the mindflayer for Halloween. 

He is very thankful for your devotion and likes to ask you for cuddles, maybe even your sweaters. As he hates being cold, he gets so happy when you are clingy with him allowing him to simply roll up with you and forget his woes.

Growing up Henry was a sensitive boy, and was very attuned to other people’s emotions. He would notice your little mood swings and telekinesis little snacks or presents for you, if he thought you were feeling down.

Henry gets super careful when you're hugging him and fall asleep on his shoulder. He will make sure to stay extra still, he wouldn't want to wake you up knowing how much of yourself you give to him.

Henry knows he speaks in an unusual tone most of the time, but he knows for sure that one of your 100 personalities will hear him, understand him. He trusts you.

your strange girlies,

admins sar, san & sav

[lacy1986]

YES WE NEED MORE JAMIE FICS

There isn’t enough Jamie Bower smut in the world. LETS WRITE SOME!

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖜 | by : 𝓐𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓪

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : you flee from your kingdom after you found out about the secret agenda from your groom to be, you got into an accident in the forbidden place, who would risk to save you when its against from your world to interact with the other side?

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : 18+ Knight!Eddie Munson x FEM!Princess Reader, language, reader and Eddie are both (21), amnesia, vi0lence, murder, arrange marriage, bl00d (not gore), the story is set in 17th century

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Knight!Eddie Munson x FEM!Princess Reader

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 : MDNI‼️angst, fluff, eventual smut, upside down exists in this story, dark fantasy, action, romance

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝕿𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 : I missed making series and I've been wanting to make this for such a long time and I hope you'll enjoy it and love it :))

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : if you listen at the song down below, you will understand more of what I'm trying to do with this series!

REBLOGS ARE DEEPLY AND HIGHLY APPRECIATED! 🥺🫶🏻✨

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣

(*EACH PART HAS THEIR OWN DETAILED WARNING, PLEASE READ THEM FIRST BEFORE CONTINUING!*)

𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮 : o𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝔀𝓸 : 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 : 𝚃𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓻 : 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮 : 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝔁 : 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 : 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎?

𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖 (✎ still in progress)

[mikqls0n]

Meddle about || Jamie bower x reader

Summary: the song meddle about

Warnings: smut, not edited, first time doing smth like this so..

Extra: ty @angelst4re for telling me this idea😍

Come get it now,come get it now.Baby show me what you’re doing,come and turn around

You were sitting on top of jamie in only your shirt,while Jamie laid beneath you,his hands resting on your hips as he watched you bouncing on his cock,you both loving the feeling of it sliding in and out of you.

���Cause it’s not just a figure of speech,you got me down on my knees,it’s getting harder to breath

You were spread across the bed, loud moans were the only thing that came out of your mouth as you tugged on Jamie’s hair,whose face was between you things,pushing his tongue in and out of you. Jamie slowly brought up his hand and teasing your clit with his index finger before pushing it past his tongue,making you left out an gasp as your grip on his hair tightened.

We only met each other just the other day,but you already got me feeling some type of way/If I could figure it out I’d take you back to my house so we could meddle about

Jamie pushed his front door open, his lips not leaving choirs a second as he closed his door and pushed you against it.you unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as possible as his lips found its way to your neck, sucking on it that lead you moaning out his name.when you were both only left in your underwear, Jamie picked you up by wrapping your legs around his waist and walked upstairs to his bedroom,your lips leaving kisses on his collarbone.

Girl Just scream it out,tell me what you’re thinking,oh I wanna see you undress now

Your panties were pushed to the side as jamie roughly pushed inside you,making you scream.Jamie smirked at you as he pulled out and thrusted into you again all the way in.

[harrywavycurly]

Texting Joseph Quinn Part 21: Sunscreen

Masterlist: here

A/N: I just love the Troublesome Trio and also sorry I haven’t updated this series in ages🙈✨

*You just want to discuss where you’re going to go on vacation but as always the boys have to make it difficult*

[larakb117]

LONDON ADVENTURE

Joseph Quinn & female y/n

Summary: You and Joe meet Jamie in New York…

Content Warning: rpf, drinking (don’t worry, Jamie is okay with it!)

Part 13

When you came out of the bathroom, Joe sat in the middle of the bed, still completely naked and obviously waiting for you to come back and lay between his legs, your back to his tummy. His happy trail tickled your lower back. “I think I will text Jen, just to let her know I’m good.” You tapped on your phone revealing the lock screen, which showed the time and date. “Oh love, we met a week ago!”, Joe gasped. “Yeah, we did.” “Best week of my life.”, Joe laid his arms around you even more tight than before. “Joe, don’t exaggerate.”, you looked at him with a straight face. “I don´t.”, he had a sudden serious facial expression. “Joe.”, a wave of self-doubt caught you right by your feet and threw you face forward on the ground. He could not be serious, he just could not be serious. Why would a person like him be attracted to a person like you. You moved away from him and grabbed the blanket to cover you up a bit. These moments came all of a sudden, self-doubt was a big part of your life. The fact that no men had shown the slightest interest in you did not make it better. You always asked yourself what was wrong with you, if you didn’t deserve love. And now it happened again. “What is going on love?”, Joe looked kind of scared. You tried to avoid his gaze. “I´m… I… I´m just….” Y/n! Stop!”, Joe grabbed your wrists and looked you deep in the eyes, he focused so much, that you could not escape his stare. Now Joe could see the tears in your eyes. “I know what is going on. Love, trust me. I´m not joking, you are the best thing that happened to me in a very long time. I love you. I told you yesterday and I´m going to tell you tomorrow, in a week, and in five years. I can´t describe how much you mean to me, how you make me feel. I never felt like this before. I understand that you are sceptical. The things you told me about you, it makes sense to me, but you have to believe me: You are an amazing human, you are beautiful, you are sexy and hot. You are a great story teller, I love how passionate you are about things you love. And that’s just what I can say about you after 7 days of knowing!” You were shocked. “I´m sorry.” That’s everything you were able to say. “Why are you sorry now?”, Joe chuckled. “I don’t know.” “Y/n.” “Thank you.” “For what?” “For blowing my doubts away instantly.” “I love you.” “I love you too.”

You woke up the next morning, Joe wasn’t there with you. On your nightstand you found a little message written on a piece of paper: “Doing press all day, I let you know when I´m done. Enjoy NYC, my love!” It was 9:30 am, the sunlight streamed into the room. You jumped into the shower, washed your hair and got ready to explore some more of New York City. Most of the day you spend in Brooklyn. You started your day trip at Coney Island, took the subway back to the Northern part of Brooklyn and visited the Green Wood Cemetery, the largest one in NYC and ended up in the heart of Dumbo. The last thing you did before returning to the hotel was crossing the Brooklyn Bridge back to Manhattan which was breath-taking, probably one of the best things you had done during that trip. It was already 7 pm when Joe called you, you were on your way from the subway station to the hotel. “Love, I cant believe it!”, he giggled into the phone uncontrollably. “What is going on?”, you loved his laughs and giggles, you just had to join him. “One of my best friends is in New York right now! Can we meet him later?” His question sounded a little bit like begging. “Joe, of course we can! Remember what I said about Gaten?” “Okay, love! Can you come to the Brandy Library, like right now? He´s there!” Joe sounded so excited, which made you excited as well, because damn, this person must mean a lot to him. “Yeah, I get there right now, I´ll text you when I´ll be there.” “Love you!”, cartwheels in your stomach. You googled the way and texted Joe that the way would take about 30 minutes with the subway. You turned around to go back to station and arrived at the bar at around 7:35 pm.

Joe stood in front of the building and greeted you with a tight hug and a loving kiss. “I missed you, y/n.” “You hugged him back trying to pull him closer, but it was simply impossible. Joe was so nervous, he made mini jumps when he loosened your hug and took your hand rapidly to pull you into the bar. He took a look around and when he saw who he was searching for he squeezed your hand even more than he had did before and walked up to the table in a fast speed. On the table there sat a thin man, with shoulder long and ash blonde hair, dressed all in black. He stood up and threw himself at Joe with a big smile, they tightly hugged, like you had did with Joe just a few seconds prior. They clapped each other on their backs, kissed their cheeks and couldn’t stop the chuckles. What was going on? Out of a sudden, Joe interrupted the cuddles and turned to you. “Jamie, that’s y/n.” Jamie gave you his hand and smiled politely, as if you hadn’t experienced that moment which had gone on with Joe. “I´m Jamie, hi. Heard a lot about you.” He was British. You knew him. “Hi, pleasure to meet you.”, you smiled too. Jamie waved his hand to show you both to sit down with him. Joe took your hand right away when you placed it on the table. Jamie looked at you and created a face expression which probably should tell Joe and you that he was happy for you. “Joe, finally!”, he said. “Yes, Jamie, finally!!!” They burst into laughter.

“Let me get us something to drink, I invite you! What do you want?” “Oh, I don’t know. What do you get?” “Probably just some water, I don’t know why I chose this place, they basically don’t have anything else.” You looked through the menu: “Well, Brandy must be good at a Brandy Library Bar.” “Jamie doesn’t drink, love.” “Oh, I´m sorry. Is it okay if I get something alcoholic?” You made a side eye to Joe, who thought back to your date at Sky Garden just like you did. Joe smiled. “Yes, I´m sober for 9 years now, I can deal with alcohol near me.”

You ordered your drinks which came really fast to your table. Joe and Jamie started to chat a bit, why they were in New York right now, how Jamies girlfriend Jess was and some more stuff. “So what do you think about Joe, y/n.” That was a surprising and direct question. “Eeehm.”, you could feel the heat rising in your head, your cheeks blushing. “He´s the best.” Joe pressed your hand a little tighter. “I had the best week of my life with him, not because he took me to New York. Just…” You looked at Joe, he looked at you. “A week? When you told me about her earlier on the phone I could have sworn you know her for at least half a year.”, Jamie chuckled. You still looked at each other, with pure love in your eyes, both of you.

“Oh, damn, Joe, you´re in love.” That teared you out of that little moment between you and Joe. “Yes, I am, pretty madly.”, Joe said to Jamie. “That’s great, I´m happy for you.”, he truly meant that. “So, y/n. You love him too?” “Yes, I really do.” “Did you know him before?” “Yes, to be honest. Heard of him before, but couldn’t figure out from where. It was more his name, than his face.” “Stranger Things?” “Yes.” “So you know me too.” “I think so. You were in Stranger Things too?” Joe interrupted your chat: “He´s Vecna. You should definitely recognize him, they basically have the same face.” Jamie laughed, it was a loud and heart warming laugh like Joe had. “Oh yeah. I did not have to sit in make up for 7 hours to get that face, it was all natural!” Joe burst into laughter.

You loved him even more like this, he seemed really happy. “Oh, Jamie, I missed you so fucking much. How long have we not met now, like at least half a year.” “Well, Mr. Quinn, Man of the year 2022, you´re kind of busy!” “But I don’t understand why we don’t get booked for the same conventions anymore.” “I don’t know, sucks, really, sucks. Give the people what they want I’d say!” “Where are you from, Jamie?” “London, like Joe, that bonds.” “But why can´t you meet some time in London?” Joe explained: “So Jamie´s working in the states a lot, the only times he was in London in the past few months, I was in the states at that time.

“Oh.” , realising that you probably had to go through this at one point in your relationship as well. “But it’s the same every time we meet. It´s like we see each other every day.”, Joe says. “Yeah, we keep in touch over our phones too. But it’s not the same.” Yes, its not the same. How would being intimate look like in a long-distance relationship. Not just the sex, but the cuddles, the kisses, the hugs… Joes love language was physical touch. Would he miss it and fall out of love with you? Again, anxiety creeped up in your stomach, creating a knot in your throat. Joe noticed your nervous face expression and squeezed your knee under the table.

You weren’t able to follow most of the conversation, Joe and Jamie wallowed in memories: the stranger things promo in Brazil, spending time in Tokyo together, and some conventions they did together, but also, some more private stuff, Jamie talked a lot about his relationship. After some drinks and finger food, you three left the bar and said goodbye in front of it on the sidewalk. “It was lovely to meet you, y/n.”, he smiled at you with a wide grin and hugged Joseph. Jamie whispered into his ear, Joe had to chuckle loudly. “Oh, shut the fuck up.”, Joe said while laughing. Jamie left with a taxi and waved out of the car window. “Should we go for a walk, love?” “Yes.”, you replied. He grabbed your hand and started walking. “What did he just say to you, Joe?” Joe grinned again: “I´m sorry, I can´t tell you.”

To be continued…

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[petersprincesss]

Does anyone still read fic cause I have the urge to write again

[maladaptive-jcb]

Your Grumpy Roommate

NSFW 18+ only!

Author's note: Since my first smut before this, I actually had a lot of fun writing it and seeing that some of you liking it. Here's another one for you. Female reader x Jamie Campbell Bower. Smut warning. Shower sex. Fingering. P to v sex. Enemies to lovers. One shot. Being dominated. Kinda cute. Slow burn, I guess?

Renting an apartment alone in the city was nearly impossible with your finance issues and small salary. After a long search, you finally settled to sharing a space with another man in an apartment. You weren't one to share, especially with a strange man but you didn't have a choice. You stepped into your new place and saw him there. A blonde man, striking blue eyes and sharp jawlines. He greeted you with a British accent. His name was Jamie.

You had been living with him for months and most of the time, it had not been a pleasant experience. You were expecting to at least live with a friendly roommate. Cheerful at least. But, no. Jamie was always grumpy and always kept to himself. He won't even stare at you for more than five seconds before walking away.

Most of the times, he will be out for his shows or band practice. It was as if he couldn't stand being in the same room with you, which made you feel unwelcomed and rejected.

The times that you guys did spend talking was when you two were at each other's throats. You'd get mad at him for finding his stuff all over your space like his socks on the living room floor, his unwashed mugs on the kitchen counter and that stupid guitar right in the middle that you kept tripping over. He then will yell at you for taking too long in the bathroom, leaving your underwears in the dryer when he had to use it and having to see you asleep on the couch in the middle of the day.

Every day, there will be something new to be upset about, and every day, the argument would end with him walking out on you, as if he couldn't control what he was about to do if he stayed another second longer.

It could be worse, you thought as you convinced yourself to stay in the apartment. There was no other place you could go. You couldn't afford it.

You woke up one morning to find the apartment empty. You scanned all over the place just to make sure he wasn't home until you spotted his dirty dishes on the sink again and the full trash can that he didn't pick up before he left. Frustrated, you walked into the bathroom to relax before your blood pressure started to rise again.

You drew a nice bath, filled with a pink bath bomb and essential oils. You were just gonna put your airpods on, listen to some music and relax in the water.

Just be patient. It's gonna be okay. You told yourself as you closed your eyes, soaking in the warm water and music in your ears. Your lips curved into a smile and a sigh exhaled from your mouth.

While tranquility took over you in the bathtub, Jamie walked into the apartment, back from his long grueling late night show. When he noticed that the apartment was quiet and you were nowhere to be seen, he took off his tank top and threw it on the couch. He felt hot, tired and sweaty. He couldn't take any more second being in that state so he grabbed a towel from his room, slung it over his shoulder and walked towards the bathroom in just his low-rise jeans. He pushed the unlocked door open and stepped in.

His feet was frozen, as if someone just nailed his feet to the floor when he saw your figure in the bathtub. The image of your glistening curves under the water immediately seared into his mind and his eyes widen. He tried to move, speak... but his throat was so dry.

You shifted yourself and suddenly felt a presence in the bathroom. Coming out of your daze, you slowly fluttered your eyes open but immediately shot up as soon as you saw his figure standing in the middle of the bathroom, trying to say something. The sweat on his tattoo-covered body caught the light from the window. The light and shadow contoured his abs, sharp hip bones and his V-line that was so prominent through his low-rise jeans. Before he could speak, you started screaming and the heat rose to your cheeks.

You turned your back towards him to hide yourself and started yelling, "What the hell are you doing in here?"

"Sorry- I thought you weren't home!! Why didn't you lock the door!?" Jamie started to explain himself finally. However you took it as him questioning your competence.

"Now it's my fault that I didn't lock the door!?" You yelled back, your hands were still covering yourself which was not truly working with how much you were exposed.

Jamie tried his best to keep his eye contact on your face without trailing to your body, but he was struggling. He was praying that it wasn't obvious to you while his mind wandered to dangerous places.

"I didn't say it was your fault, I just thought no one was here," he explained again, a tinge of frustration in his voice.

"Oh yeah, of course. Not like you've never walked into my space before anyways," you shot back, reaching for the towel finally and quickly wrapped it around yourself. It didn't matter that the towel was then soaking wet while you tried to drain the tub at the same time. You felt embarrassed and vulnerable at the sight of you being so exposed in front of him.

Jamie furrowed his eyebrows, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Even in this situation, you still found a way to blame him.

"Gosh, you are impossible," he muttered at you in disbelief.

Your blood pressure shot right up at his remark. You glared at him fiercely. "I'm impossible? You have driven me up the wall the second I stepped foot in this apartment! You wanna talk impossible!? Let's talk about your dirty dishes. Your dirty socks... And- and that stupid guitar you carried around-"

"God, shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" He stepped forward and threw his towel on the floor. "I am so sick of you telling me what I can, and can't do at my own place."

He backed you up against the wall, his patience running thin. You had never seen him this angry. His eyes darted towards your chest that was rising and falling nervously. The line of your glistening cleavage made him lose his damn mind. You could feel his breath on you as he stepped closer.

"Okay... Well, I-I was just saying-" your voice shaking, almost pleading.

"I said shut up," his voice stern and low.

You saw his glaring eyes raking your figure down in the soaking wet towel you were holding that was sticking down to all the right curves. Showing him more than what it was meant to hide. You felt your chest hammering at the sight of him locking his gaze on your body. Then his eyes went back up, darkening at your gaze.

"I'm so sick of you... Every single day I have to fight myself not to throttle you..." he whispered in a husky tone, his hand resting on the wall right on the side of your face.

"I'm so sick of staying at home, having to see you walking around in that tight tank top, that skimpy shorts, parading around that sweet curvy flesh right to my face..."

His other hand then gripping your hip tight, pulling you close. You yelped in surprise but he didn't care.

"...and those damn underwears in the dryer. God, you were really testing me weren't you? You wanted me to go crazy, didn't you?"

His other hand then slid onto your back, pulling you flush against his chest. You whimpered, hoping to beg for mercy. He smirked at the sound of you and lowered his face until his lips brushed right against your ear to whisper,

"And when you slept on the couch, all sprawled out like that every single time... God, it's like you wanted me to take you right then and there."

His words shot right to your heating core. Your legs were about to give out but he held you upright, making sure you felt every contour of his body through that thin towel that was separating you and him. His hand rested on your ass, rubbing the perky shape and riding your towel up and up... You could almost feel his fingers brushing against your cheeks.

"Jamie, I'm sorry- Please I won't do it again," you whimpered.

"So now you're begging? After everything you've done, you want me to go easy on you?" Jamie pushed you against the wall. His one arm slid under your towel, right on your inner thigh and the other tangled in your hair. He tugged on your wet hair until your head was tilted enough to expose your neck for him. His lips curved into a smirk. Oh how beautiful you looked at his mercy. He leaned down to press hot wet kisses on your skin.

You sighed, the tantalizing feeling of his suckling and biting gave both a hissing pain and pleasure to you at the same time. Each bite was soothed down with his swirling tongue on the marks that he left.

He started grinding his hips on you, showing his evident desire that was building up. He wanted you to know how hard he was. What you had done to him all along.

"J-jamie..." you moaned.

"God my name sounds so good from your mouth when you're not complaining," he groaned as he rocked himself against you. You arched your hips begging for more stimulation through the towel.

You whimpered in his ear, the sounds driving him crazier. He started shuddering and grunting.

"You know how many times I've hold myself back? The way you stood there just begging to be touched by me?" He let his frustrations out, rolling his hips against you.

Just when you were getting into it, he pulled himself away. You whimpered at the loss of his touch and whined for more. He gripped your wrist and pulled your arm close.

"I came here to shower and that's what I'm gonna do," his eyes darkened further and pulled you towards the shower, "...and you're coming with me."

He yanked your wrist, making you stumble forward but quickly followed him to the shower. You've never seen him this angry but you weren't gonna stop him. Not when you're completely aroused at his demands.

Without a moment to think, he backed you against the shower wall, trapping you against him. His eyes were once again raking on your body. His hands started cupping over your chest right above the towel, his thumbs massaging the top of your cleavage.

"Are you seriously still going to hold onto that soaking wet towel?" His voice teasing and husky. He pushed your legs apart with his knee and you feel the fabric of his jeans on your inner thighs, rubbing so close to your core. He pushed the slit of your towel open with his hand, then slowly rubbed his thigh on your aching core and sensitive bud. Your hands clenched onto his shoulders to hold yourself up while you moaned. Your hips rocking onto the fabric of his jeans for more delicious friction. He smirked at the sight of you flushing and your mouth hanging open.

"That's right, let me hear you. You're turning me on so good with those sounds," his thigh rubbing steadily on your heat. He continued to encourage you, whispering how you were being a good girl for him.

The sound of his voice, the way he rubbed himself on you. You couldn't take it anymore. You needed more. So much more.

"I want you. Now," you said and started undoing his belt.

He grunted at the feel of your hands on his lower hips, undressing him already.

"You're gonna be the death of me," his eyes fluttered shut at the feel of you pulling his jeans down along with his boxers. He kicked it away while his hard cock sprung free for you. You couldn't wait any longer and you went to reach for the feel of him in your hand but he caught your wrist up again.

"I'm not done with you," he demanded and then pulled your towel down revealing your naked body for him. You gasped at the feel of your exposed body, your face flushing at the vulnerability. Your arms instinctively wrapped around you, almost like you were hiding yourself.

He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head.

"No, don't," he pulled your arms away and held them in his hands, "You're beautiful."

Something shifted on your gaze and softened as you looked up at him. He felt it and smiled at you, taking your arms up and letting you wrap around his shoulders.

He pressed his lips on yours in a searing kiss, and reached for the shower knob to turn it on. His hands slid down to your breasts, feeling your fullness in his hands while the water trickles down your body. The friction in the slippery water drove him crazier by the second. His tongue started tasting your mouth, the sweetness he craved for so long. The lips that he fantasized so many times during your daily fights. That sweet luscious pout mixed with the venom of your words that distracted him many times while you were angry. The many times he wanted to shut that pretty little mouth. The sounds of his low groans mixed with your desperate moans were muffled while your tongues met and tasting each other. He parted his lips away from you and moved down to your chest.

You tilted your head back, the feel of his mouth and the water running on your chest sent shivers down your back. He took a mouthful of your breast, sucking on the hard bud and circling it with his tongue while his hand kneading the other one. He heard the sounds escaping your lips, wanting to hear more and he flicked your nipple faster and faster with his tongue. Your hands tugged on his hair as it jolted the tension right to your lower gut.

He moved his mouth to your other breast and started doing the same thing. The wetness of his tongue sent pleasure through your hardened nipple. His hand then started sliding up your thigh, reaching for your core. He could feel the warm wetness on his fingers, a stark contrast to the cold shower.

He pulled himself back up and started kissing your neck, and whispering to your ear again.

"You're so ready for me aren't you? I can’t believe how wet you are already" He shuddered in your ear and pushing your folds open with his fingers. His touch on your already sensitive core made you shiver. Your hips arched towards his touches begging for more.

"Jamie... Please i want you..." You begged him.

He smiled at your pleading and he slid a finger in, his movement slow and deliberate.

"Oh so warm, darling... I can't wait to be inside you," he teased. He pushed and pulled his finger in and out of you in a steady pace. You could feel the high coming and you reached for your clit, rubbing and circling it, pushing yourself further to the edge. He looked down and smirked at the way you touched yourself. "Mmm, that's it baby... You're doing so good," he encouraged you while he moved his finger within you. He took a moment to take in the sight of you crumbling down under his touch and then slid a second finger in. He could immediately feel you getting close. Your cunt started clenching around his fingers with his motions. This was it. He took the signal and swirl his fingers in a circular motion inside, making your head thrown back. He smirked and knew exactly what was coming. He curled his fingers up and hit the spot, picking up the pace to send you over the edge.

"Jamie, fuck- I'm gonna cum-" you whimpered, shaking against his fingers.

"Y-yeah god yes. Cum for me, baby. I've got you. Let me see you," he whispered huskily in your ear.

With his command, you released with a loud moan and shook against him. He slowly rubbed you out, calming you down from your high.

"You did so good... You looked so hot coming undone in my arms," he whispered to your ear and slowly pulling out his fingers.

You leaned on his chest as he held onto you, supporting yourself up. He could feel your heart rate slowing on him while the water still running down on both of you.

Your hand lowered down to his hips, rubbing them in circles and then finally resting on his bare ass. You felt the tightness of his curve, then pulling him close to your core. He gave a strangled moan when he felt his length hardening and rubbing you.

"I need you... All of you," you sighed in his chest while rubbing yourself against him. His breath started hitching, his moans filling up the small shower space.

"You're killing me," he choked on his words, gripping onto your hips, rocking them with you too.

You moaned in pleasure, pulling him close to you by his ass. His hands holding himself up by the wall.

"Fuck, that feels good..." He shut his eyes at the feeling of you.

"Jamie... Fuck me," you begged him. You reached for his cock, gently stroking it and guiding him to your opening.

A low guttural moan escaped him when he felt your stroking, his hips bucking out to feel more of you.

"Oh- oh god," he moaned. "Say that again. One more time."

"Fuck me, Jamie," you pleaded, whimpering.

His sense of control left his body and slammed you onto the wall. He scooped you up by your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, holding you up against the wall. His gaze darkened, full of lust.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm gonna have my way with you now," he growled. He positioned himself in between your legs and finally, very slowly, pushed all of himself in.

"Oh g-god, you feel so good," he moaned against you. You tilted your head back, your arms holding yourself up by his shoulders.

He lost all sense of control, he pushed further into you. Your walls wrapping around him perfectly.

"Oh... Ohhhh baby. Fuck..." His moans strangled in between his thrusts.

"Oh Jamie, fuck me... fuck me good," you moaned.

"Shit, baby that sounds so good say it again," he thrusted deeper.

"Fuck me real good Jamie ... Yes, yes-" you moaned, over and over again.

"Shit, my name sounds so good like that-" he started pounding you harder and harder against the wall. "I've imagined doing this to you so many times. You breathless like this... Being pounded by my cock like this... Your moans in my ear... Fuck I'm gonna make you come so hard."

"Jamie, don't say stuff like that-" his words almost brought you to your second orgasm. You couldn't hold it back.

"Why? You can't hold it anymore, hmm? You can't handle me talking dirty to you? How I imagined fucking you on the couch? On the kitchen counter? Raw and hard on that damn carpet?"

He pounded on your pussy hard and hitting your spot over and over.

"How I checked you out while you bent down, your ass in all its glory in that shorts... And your nipples showing through your tank tops around the house... God you make me so hard all the time," he added. All his frustrations finally out for you.

"Jamie... I can't take it anymore," you were begging for release.

"You're close, aren't you?" he pounded you against the wall hard. "Cum for me, baby. I want you to scream my name. Just for me."

You moaned hard and started clenching around him. "Jamie! Jamie, fuck-" You reached your orgasm and released hard.

The warmth of your release sent shockwave to Jamie, his eyes rolling back and found his release with you. Both of you held onto each other with ragged breath, shaking through the intense high. He buried his face in your neck while you laid your chin on top of his head. He wanted to still hold you up, relishing the feeling of your closeness through his shaky legs, not pulling out of you yet.

When he finally came down from the euphoric feeling, he slowly lifted his face up to face you. Gazing into your eyes in a new adoring way. One that you haven't seen before.

"You okay?" He asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

Your heart soften at his gentleness and you nodded. He slowly pulled out of you and placed you down carefully. The water still running down on both of you while standing there in each other's arms. He reached for the shower knob and turned it off.

You were shaking both from the orgasm and the cold and he quickly tried to reach for a towel to dry you up. Little did he realize, the aftermath of what you and him had done were all over the place. Both your towel soaking wet on the floor, along with his jeans and boxers. The shampoo bottles scattered on your feet and water splashed everywhere. He chuckled and looked back at you.

"Well, I guess I've made a mess again," he blushed at the condition of the bathroom.

This time, you laughed. There was no more anger within you.

"It's okay," you simply said.

[jennay]

The past

Request:

would you maybe be able to write something with Jamie Campbell Bower where reader and him are dating but reader is really uncomfortable with physical intimacy due to some events in their past? and even though it’s pretty well known Jamie very much does not have an issue with physical intimacy at all (obviously the man wrote a song about doing it with Lily Collins and follows a BDSM meme page lol), he’s still really reassuring and validating about it? no smut needs to happen, just the discussion about it. thanks in advance if you fulfill this ❤️

An: I Hope you enjoy this and it’s what you wanted! I super love and appreciate the request. I’m a sucker for emotional situations

Warnings: mentions of abusive past. Not full detail but enough to warn.

Words: 1400ish

Master List

Jamie watched you from a distance, dancing across the large rocks that covered the ocean shore. He thought you looked carefree and happy, filling him with feelings he couldn’t fully describe. He just knew it gave him a sense of purpose. He was glad to get you out of town for a bit and relax from the busyness of your lives. He admired how you moved with grace and agility, avoiding the slippery seaweed and the sharp edges of the rocks.

He saw how the sun reflected on your hair, making it shine. He heard your laughter echo in the air, mingling with the sound of the waves. He felt warmth in his chest as if he was sharing your joy. He wanted to join you, hold your hand, spin you around, and kiss you under the clear blue sky. But wanted to let you have your moment, to enjoy your freedom and happiness.

Jamie knew you had been stressed lately with work, family, and everything else. He wanted to give you a break, a chance to unwind and have fun.

You bent down, sticking your hand in one of the tide pools to touch one of the biggest sea anemones you’d ever seen.

You pulled your hand back quickly when it started closing on your finger. Giggling, you stood up and turned around, waiting for your eyes to land on Jamie.

“Babe!” You yelled to him. “Come here!” You see him smile brightly, doing as he was told. He wrapped his sweater around his waist and carefully stepped, regretting his choice of wearing flip-flops.

“I’m going to fall!” He dramatically says, causing you to laugh.

You make your way back toward him, reaching out your hand to him. “I told you not to wear those.” You pointed at his feet.

He blushes, knowing you were right. “I thought they would feel better on my feet. Last time I wore normal shoes to the coast they filled up with sand and I got blisters.”

You shook your head, amused by his logic. You took his hand and pulled him closer to you. You looked into his eyes and saw the love and happiness that mirrored yours.

He leaned in to kiss you, but you quickly turned your head. You felt anxiety in your stomach as his lips brushed against your cheek instead of your mouth.

You grabbed his hand and dragged him to the sand, where you didn’t have to worry about him falling. You saw the hurt and confusion in his eyes when you dodged his kiss, but you pretended not to notice.

You turn around to see him staring off to the coast, no smile, no frown, nothing, and you wonder if this is the time to finally say something.

You remembered the first time you kissed Jamie. It was on your third date, after he took you to see a movie that made you both laugh and cry. He walked you to your door and hugged you goodnight. He looked into your eyes and smiled softly, making your heart flutter. He leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn’t. You closed your eyes and met his lips with yours, feeling a spark of electricity run through your body. It was gentle and sweet, a perfect first kiss. You felt happy and safe with him like he understood you and cared for you. You wanted to kiss him more. You wanted to make sure he knew how much it meant to you, how much he meant to you. But there was another reason why you didn’t kiss him often or let it get far enough to lead to heavier intimacy.

A reason that was harder to admit, even to yourself.

You stop allowing him to catch up to you and when he does you lace your fingers with him and drag him to the tiny picnic table. "I'm sorry." You tell him as he sits beside you.

He nods, "I just, is it me? Love, you can tell me anything." He sighs running his fingers through his hair frustrated by the unknown.

"No, it's not you." You bite your lip shoulders slumping. "I've got some explaining to do and I want you to know everything because I love you and I do trust you...I'm scared you're going to think of me differently."

Curious blue eyes wander around your face and they soften at the sight of the painful look you're holding. You take in a deep breath knowing it was time.

You do your best to explain what made you feel ashamed and scared. The past trauma that still haunted you. How you'd been abused by someone who was supposed to love you and protect you. Someone who took advantage of your trust and innocence. Someone who hurt you physically and emotionally, leaving scars that never healed. Someone who made you feel worthless and dirty like you didn’t deserve love or happiness.

How you've tried to forget what happened, to move on with your life. All the therapy, and how you read books, and did everything that was supposed to help. It did help, for a while.

You learned to cope with your pain, to manage your triggers, to rebuild your self-esteem.

You wanted to be close to Jamie, to show him how much you loved him. But sometimes, when he touched you or kissed you or hugged you too tight, it reminded you of what happened before. It reminded you of how vulnerable and helpless and violated you felt. It reminded you of how much it hurt. And when that happened, you panicked and did your best to get rid of the feeling.

Sometimes it was like a reflex, a survival instinct. You couldn’t always control it. You hated yourself for it. You hated how it made Jamie feel rejected and confused. You hated how it created distance and tension between you two.

When you finished speaking Jamie brings his thumbs to your face and wipes the tears from under your eyes uncrossing his legs at first he wants to pull you into his arms and show you he was there to protect you, but instead, he holds your hand looking you in the eyes he asks, "Can I hold you?"

You half smile looking down at the sand and then raise your eyes nodding. Giving him permission to comfort you. "I'll never do anything to make you uncomfortable on purpose, darling. I want you to feel safe with me." He says as he pulls you into his arms. "I'm angry that someone ever laid a hand on you in the wrong way or against your will."

Your back rests against his chest as you watch the waves crashing down growing closer as the sun sets. His arms are tight around you but in a way that makes you feel loved. "It's just going to take me sometime and I understand if that's a deal breaker." You softly say knowing that he didn't half to stay with you if this was something he couldn't handle.

"No," He says pushing you up and unlocking his arms.

You turn around quickly scared that you upset him. He laces his fingers with yours a serious look on his face and he gently squeezes your hands. "No, I'll wait for you to be ready, Love. Trust me. There is so many good things about you and everything about you is worth the wait. I'm not going to pressure you into something you don't want. That's not what I'm supposed to do as a boyfriend. I'm supposed to be patient, loving, kind, and understanding. You get deserve to be treated properly and I'll make sure of that you are."

You feel tears prick at your eyes again and this time it's not out of fear or worry but hope and thankfulness that this went so much better than you expected.

He gently kisses your nose making you smile and pulls you back into his arms, your face landing in the crook of his neck as he rubs your back. "You're worth it. Ok?"

You nod against him. "Thank you, Jamie."

He smiles and kisses the top of your head. "Thank you for being so brave and telling me."

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Give me ideas on who i should write about?

Characters/People i know

Gerard Way

Joel Miller

Henry Creel

Tommy Miller

Peter Parker

Jace Wayland (Jamie Campbell Bower)

Pedro Pascal

Jamie Campbell Bower

Tom Holland

Give me request from what characters you know..(I'm tired that's I'll i can remember rn)

(ALSO FOR PETER PARKER I WONT WRITE THEM IN 18+)

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I've currently been working on a season 4 trailer for my OC.

Was just wondering if anyone would be interested in watching it. If so please like and I'll post it when it's finished